Tana French Quotes
Or Possibly- Forgive Me- You Simply Haven't Decided What You Want From Life Yet; You Haven't Found Anything That You Truly Want To Hold Onto. That Changes Everything, You Know. Students And Very Young People Can Rent With No Damage To Their Intellectual Freedom, Because It Puts Them Under No Threat: They Have Nothing, Yet, To Lose. Have You Noticed How Easily The Very Young Die? They Make The Best Martyrs For Any Cause, The Best Soldiers, The Best Suicides. It's Because They're Held Here So Lightly: They Haven't Yet Accumulated Loves And Responsibilities And Commitments And All The Things That Tie Us Securely To This World. They Can Let Go Of It As Easily And Simply As Lifting A Finger. But As You Get Older, You Begin To Find Things That Are Worth Holding Onto, Forever. All Of A Sudden You're Playing For Keeps, As Children Say, And It Changes The Very Fabric Of You.
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